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TOO SIEN TO ACTUALLY UPDATE ANYTHING

OR SAY ANYTHING

JUST WANTED TO SAY A PIECE OF MY MIND

NARUTO IS THE 4TH HOKAGE'S SON!!!!!!!

WTF!!!


THE END.

The Phoenix and the Turtle

Let the bird of loudest lay,

On the sole Arabian tree,

Herald sad and trumpet be,

To whose sound chaste wings obey.

But thou, shrieking harbinger,

Foul pre-currer of the fiend,

Augur of the fever's end,

To this troop come thou not near.

From this session interdict

Every fowl of tyrant wing,

Save the eagle, feather'd king:

Keep the obsequy so strict.

Let the priest in surplice white,

That defunctive music can,

Be the death-divining swan,

Lest the requiem lack his right.

And thou, treble-dated crow,

That thy sable gender mak'st

With the breath thou giv'st and tak'st,

'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.

Here the anthem doth commence:

Love and constancy is dead;

Phoenix and the turtle fled

In a mutual flame from hence.

So they lov'd, as love in twain

Had the essence but in one;

Two distincts, division none:

Number there in love was slain.

Hearts remote, yet not asunder;

Distance, and no space was seen

'Twixt the turtle and his queen;

But in them it were a wonder.

So between them love did shine,

That the turtle saw his right

Flaming in the phoenix' sight:

Either was the other's mine.

Property was thus appall'd,

That the self was not the same;

Single nature's double name

Neither two nor one was call'd.

Reason, in itself confounded,

Saw division grow together;

To themselves yet either-neither,

Simple were so well compounded

That it cried how true a twain

Seemeth this concordant one!

Love hath reason, reason none

If what parts can so remain.

Whereupon it made this threne

To the phoenix and the dove,

Co-supreme and stars of love;

As chorus to their tragic scene.

THRENOS.

Beauty, truth, and rarity.

Grace in all simplicity,

Here enclos'd in cinders lie.

Death is now the phoenix' nest;

And the turtle's loyal breast

To eternity doth rest,

Leaving no posterity:--

'Twas not their infirmity,

It was married chastity.

Truth may seem, but cannot be:

Beauty brag, but 'tis not she;

Truth and beauty buried be.

To this urn let those repair

That are either true or fair;

For these dead birds sigh a prayer.

by William Shakespeare.

part-time job

the only part-time job that I got over here is

a drug dealer.

no I am not kidding.

it is lucrative but, I got nothing more to say.

and to Paramesium, that tag will have to wait.


really hectic this week, I have english week and a couple of exams, so will soon update on it.

Being a club president over here is not as easy back in ssi. Other than that I am also head leader of my dorm room and my asssignment groups. next semester will be rally month, guess who's gonna have to participate? FIGURE.


I only have leave after the 30th, but even for that, I can't go back.


Sometimes I feel that I don't want to return back. There's a feeling in my chest that I can't get rid of if I return or just anywhere.

Its a feeling that don't wish to feel, because I don't have such right to have it.

Affection for someone that is out of my reach is indeed a pain.

Feel like befalling my self a terrible accident and losing my memory for good, well even that happens.. will that painful feeing in my chest dissapear?

living life is kinda a pain, but there no such thing a life without pain, right?

relations between one another is just for our own shelfish gain. That is true. We make people happy and hurt them too.

Rolling out.

terkandas

haih

really.

Last sunday I went to pc-fair, bumped into jeff and other things. Anyway, experience is really tyring, first time trying out the komuter, I got onto the wrong train. Was suppose to head back to the UKM station, but instead I was heading to the opposite direction. Only realized that I was on the wrong train when I analyzed the train chart in detail. It was a sunday night and when I reached back.. it was very late.. anyway, had a french pop quiz the following day, automation class got cancelled because of an error in communication between the lecturer and the class rep, typical.

I got SOME GOOD AND BAd NEWS, which are, I have successfully becomed the president of the taekwondo club in this college, with ease, without any bloody fists or anything. Got the post because everyone else didn't want the post and shoved it to me.... very typical.Its more like, anyone didn't even want a damn post, but with some talk with the instructor, everyone got a post, just to give everyone a feeling of responsibility. Previous seniors mentioned that this club was a killer club, from 130 students that joined in, by the end of the first semester, 5 remained... indeed very typical.

Lately, been starting to space out alot, again, not even sure what is the cause of it, can't seem to find a solution to it right now. Could it be that I'm high? did I overdose the medication i'm taking? been diagnosed with bronchitis for last few weeks, not even sure if I still have it now.

well gotta go, gotta finish assignments.

Au revoir, Je te manque.

heh.. the window had a bullet crack